by Derek Steele
Good Reeds
Copyright 2015 Derek Steele
Copyright © 2015 by Derek Steele
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Table of Contents
Five Stars
About Derek Steele
BDSM Erotica From Dark Intentions Press
Five Stars
Christina Lewis hadn't been this nervous about a first date since her sophomore year in high school, when the captain of the football team, Brad Andrews, had taken her to the prom. He had been all-gentleman when he picked her up, and all-hands four hours later in the back of his Camaro.
Not that it had bothered her; after all, it was Brad Andrews. Every girl in the school would have gladly let him feel anything he wanted just to get a date with him.
However, it didn't work out quite as well as she had hoped, she thought to herself as she finished applying her lipstick. Brad had wanted more than just a quick make-out session that night, and she had said no.
He took her home without another word, and never went out with her again.
After a month of teasing from her friends at school about how she “let the big one get away”, she made a promise to herself to do whatever it took to find the love of her life.
That didn't work out as well as she hoped, either. Being young and inexperienced, she was used just for sex quite a few times before she began to understand why none of the boys had ever wanted two dates in a row with her.
At least I finally got it right in college, she thought with a sarcastic smile as she stepped into her heels.
She had, indeed, found the love of her life in college; Chad Rosen. She had taken her time, made him work for it, and then, on the three-month anniversary of their first date, she had surrendered herself to him for an evening of the hottest sex she could remember.
Chad dumped her the next day.
That night, Christina gave up on men and focused on finding her place in the world.
Now, six years later, she was one of the most-respected erotica reviewers on the internet. It had started as a hobby, since she was a true fan of erotica. Reading those stories seemed to fill a hole deep inside her soul, and then she had left a review on a story. (“Four Stars: Would have been five, but the 'true love' angle wasn't realistic.”)
From there, she had built her name and brand to the point that a one-star review from her was the kiss of death, while a five-star could turn a pauper into a prince. The website she worked for had become the leader in book reviews, largely due to her work.
She knew it.
They knew it.
They paid her like they knew it.
Imagine Christina's surprise when she had received an email from a BDSM erotica author she had reviewed (“Five Stars: This was aitch-oh-tee HOT!”), asking to speak with her. She was used to getting crank emails from people she gave low reviews to, but rarely did someone she reviewed well get in touch with her, at least beyond the occasional “Thanks for the review!” Samuel Richards had not just wanted to talk to her; he wanted to take her to dinner.
As wary as she was of meeting with the people she had reviewed, Christina became taken with the man she had never met. Oh, she did her research; he was single, one year older than her, and apparently enjoyed in real life the things he wrote about. It also didn't hurt that he was tall, darkly handsome and had a glint in his steel-blue eyes that probably melted every heart he came in contact with.
And thanks to her review of his last book, he was now also filthy rich. Yes, Christina would meet him for dinner.
She grabbed her purse, checked her long blonde hair in the mirror one last time, and walked out the door smiling. I wonder what he's going to be like in person? she thought as she waited for the elevator.
He was more than she expected.
When she walked into the restaurant, Samuel had been waiting for her at their table. He rose as she walked up and smiled while he held her chair out for her. “You're even more beautiful than your picture on the review site. Nice to finally meet you, Christina.”
“Nice to meet you, too” she said as he returned to his seat.
The waiter took their drink orders, then the small talk began.
“I find it hard to believe what you said,” she told him as the wine arrived, “That picture was four years and several pounds ago.”
“You look different, yes, but it's a good different,” he replied with a grin as he held out his glass toward her.
She raised her own as he said “To new friends, and beautiful women like you,” then clinked his glass to hers.
She blushed as she took a sip.
“I want to know all about you,” he said, leaning toward her.
“You first,” she shot back, one eyebrow up. The smile on her face took away from the eyebrow's effect just a bit.
“Not much to tell,” he said, settling back with his wine. “I've been writing ever since I was old enough to hold a crayon, but it wasn't until recently that I started to actually sell what I wrote. And then you reviewed my latest book, and I...well, I'll be honest. When I saw your staff picture on the website, I got a bit...fixated...on you.”
Christina couldn't decide if that sounded sweet or stalkerish. She continued sipping her wine and motioned him to continue with her free hand as she drank.
“The review was nice, don't get me wrong, but there was just something about your eyes that caught my attention. I just can't believe I was lucky enough that you agreed to meet me for dinner, but now that I've seen you in person, I'm afraid it's worse.”
Definitely stalkerish, she thought as she finished her wine and beckoned toward the waiter with her glass for more.
“Now, how about you?” he asked with interest.
“Not much to tell. I enjoy reading erotica, I enjoy reviewing it, and I get paid to do it.”
“No, what about you? I want to know everything you'll tell me; where did you grow up, what's your favorite flower, what kind of erotica do you like the best?”
She pondered for a moment, then said “Well, to be honest, I enjoy the kind of erotica you write the most. It just...does something for me.”
He was practically beaming as he said “Well, that explains the review. Have you ever done anything like the things I write about before?”
“I'm not sure that's appropriate to talk about on a first date.”
“You're right. Okay, let's change the subject; I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. What's your favorite movie?”
The conv
ersation continued through the entire bottle of wine, the appetizers, another bottle of wine, the entree', yet another bottle of wine, and desert.
Samuel still seemed over-the-moon happy to be with her.
Christina seemed drunk.
That's because Christina was drunk. Not “sloppy, fall-down and lose a shoe” drunk, but her mental filters were definitely down.
“Back to what you write about,” she said over desert, “Are you writing from experience?”
For God's sake, she thought, he's actually blushing.
“Ummm...yes, I am. I've been doing the things I write about just about as long as I can remember.”
She leaned forward and whispered “Including the caning in your last book?”
“Errr, yes. I have quite a selection of canes at home. Not that I'm suggesting anything! I don't want you to think I'm trying to take you home and beat you or something.”
Christina was feeling warm in a place she rarely did any more. She drained another glass of wine in one gulp, looked at him and said “Why not?”
“This is my place,” Samuel said as he unlocked the door to his apartment. “Excuse the mess; I just moved in. Now that I can afford a better place than the dump I was living in, I wasted no time signing a new lease.”
His apartment was huge, and gorgeous. Yes, there were boxes sitting around everywhere, but the place still took Christina's breath away.
“Is that fireplace marble?” she asked, pointing toward the far wall.
“Yes,” he replied with a grin, “It wasn't something I was looking for specifically, but it didn't exactly hurt that this apartment had that.”
“This is awesome. Where's the goods?”
He stopped, halfway across the living area. He had been walking toward the fireplace, presumably to light it to show it off.
“What 'goods' are you talking about?” he asked with a puzzled look.
“The goods,” she responded. “I came here to see some canes and crap. Bring'em out!”
“Ummmm...are you sure you want me t-” she put a finger over his mouth to quieten him.
“Shush. Canes. Whips. Really big popsicle sticks. Whatever you got, I want to see'em.”
Blushing again, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. “Are you sure about that? This isn't exactly how I thought this evening was going to go.”
Christina leaned her head forward, resting her forehead on his muscular chest. “What's a girl gotta do to get her ass beat around here?”
“You're drunk.”
“And you're making all of this up.”
He stared at her for several seconds, then said “Fine. Come with me.”
He kept one hand firmly on her wrist, and led her down the hall to a back room. Taking out his keys, he unlocked the door and led her inside.
Christina gasped.
This was obviously the room he had unpacked first. There were devices and bondage furniture all around the walls, several whips hanging from hooks...and a rack full of canes.
She pulled her wrist free and walked around the room, running her hand across a short leather-covered bench as she passed it. “What's this?”
“It's a spanking horse,” he replied. His voice sounded a bit strained, yet still in control. “That's where I bend women over and-”
“And spank them,” Christina finished for him as she walked over to the canes. She took one down from the rack and said “With these?”
Samuel blushed again. This wasn't at all what he thought this evening was going to be like. “Sometimes, yes.”
“What kind of cane is this? It looks like you just chopped it down out of a rain forest or something.”
“It's a type of reed called 'rattan'. It makes the best cane; at least, in my mind it does.”
She turned it over in her hand, then took an experimental swing through the air in front of her. With a small voice, she said “Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“A lot?”
“Sometimes. That depends on how it's used, but it's purpose is to punish bad girls.”
Her eyes shining, she turned and walked back to him, holding the cane in front of her. “I've been a bad girl a lot of times. Cane me.”
He stood and stared at her for a long, uncomfortable time, then with a pained expression said “That's just the wine talking; I don't think that would be a good idea.”
She reached down, pulled his right hand up and placed the cane into it, then closed his fingers around it, holding them in place. She looked up into his eyes.
“It's just the wine that's letting me say what I've thought about for years. Punish me. Please.”
He continued to stare into her eyes. “I don't know...”
Christina reached up and slapped him. She could see in his eyes that it had caused far more shock that pain. “I've been bad before, but now I've been bad to you. Punish me!”
His jaw working, he took a while to respond. “I'm not looking for a cheap one-night-stand, Miss Lewis. I'm truly interested in you.”
She slapped him again. “Punish me!”
He rubbed the side of his face with his left hand and said “Don't do that again.”
“Or what?” she said fiercely, “You'll refuse to do anything a third time? Punish me!”
She tried to slap him a third time, but he caught her wrist in mid-air before her hand could reach his cheek.
“You asked for it, girl,” he said through clenched teeth. “Get over there and bend over. NOW.”
Excited and terrified at the same time, Christina almost ran across the room and bent over the spanking horse, lifting her dress up to her waist, exposing her panties.
“Grab your ankles. Now.”
She had fantasized many times about someone talking to her like that, and now that it had finally happened, she felt dread. And thrilled.
Then she heard the whistle of the cane through the air, and felt it hit her bottom.
Thwack! “OHH!”
Wow, that really hurt, she thought. Maybe I made him too mad.
But she hadn't. Samuel said “Is that enough, or do you need more?” He obviously didn't want to go too far, but she was having none of that.
“Punish me, Samuel. I gave you five stars; you can do better than one little whack with a cane.”
Bent over the spanking horse, she couldn't see his face, but she could imagine the look that was on it while he stood silently. Then he spoke.
“Fine. One hit with the cane for each star, girl.”
Thwack! “OHHH!”
Her ass was burning already, but the entire experience was having other effects in other places, too. She could feel herself becoming more aroused as she said “Five stars wasn't worth more than five from the cane? Punish me!”
He stood silently again for a few seconds, then said “You win. Your reward for giving me a five-star review will be ten licks with my cane.”
“Thank you, Samuel.”
“For each star, girl. Scream all you want; this room is soundproofed.”
Fifty times? she thought with horror. Wait, I'm not sure-
Thwack! “OHHH!”
Thwack! “AAAHH!”
Thwack! “OWWWW!”
As he continued to work her over with the cane, the noises Christina made started to change.
Thwack! “OOOHHHHHOOOWWW!”
Thwack! “OOOOHHHH!”
Thwack! “OOWWWoooooooo...”
Thwack! “Oooooohhhhhhh...”
When he hit her for the fiftieth time, he laid the cane down on a table and pulled her upright.
“That's more than enough of that. It's time you went home, Christina.”
Her eyes were unfocused; Christina was in a world of her own. Her buttocks stung terribly, and every time her dress moved against them it caused a sharp pain to shoot through her.
But she was smiling.
“I'm serious; you need to go home before anything else happens. You have no idea how turned on I am right now.”
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She melted into his arms and said “Then do something about it.”
He pushed her back. “No. Not tonight. Go home, go to sleep, and then after you see your ass in the mirror tomorrow, you'll feel a bit differently about wanting to sleep with me, I expect. I refuse to take advantage of you any more than I already have.”
She continued to argue, but her protests fell on deaf ears. He called down for a cab, then walked her down to the lobby and to the sidewalk where the cab was already waiting.
She leaned into him again, feeling the hard muscles of his chest against her cheek. “Thank you for a great evening. Will you call me tomorrow, at least?”
“No,” he said, and felt her stiffen in his arms. “I promise you won't hear from me ever again...”
Tears started to fill her eyes; she had done it again.
“...until I hear from you. You pushed me into something I have never done with anyone on a first date, and I will not push my way into your life after that.”
He kissed her on the forehead, then held her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes.
“Get some sleep, wake up sober and sore...and if you still want to see me after tonight, call me. The power is all yours.”
She tried to think of something to say, but words failed her. He helped her into her cab and closed the door. As it pulled away, Christina turned and looked back through the rear window of the cab.
Samuel Richards still stood there, hands in the pockets of his tailored suit, watching her drive away.
He did not look happy.
Christina made it home, showered, and looked at her ass in the mirror. It was covered with angry red marks, with welts raised above the skin. It stung quite a bit when she slid into bed, and continued to bother her as she lay there waiting for sleep to come.
She wanted to be in bed with Samuel.
For now.
The End
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